Private erotic stories

Suffice to say that however the story begins, it ends with the two of us in a very large bed, using all of it while finally exploring each other's every inch.

Before we get there, however, there's the little matter of twenty years of foreplay.

The first episode began during a visit my family made to Denise's house near the beach. I was 18. That's the first time I recall really noticing her as a sexual being. Before that she was just my cousin, who happened to be a girl. I hadn't seen her in a few years, since we lived about 1,000 miles apart. In the meantime, however, several changes had taken place, and I, as a horny teenager who already had a good ten years of masturbation behind me, noticed each change in a big way.

For one thing her tits had gotten much larger, seemingly out of nowhere, as I certainly didn't remember them that big a few summers before. In addition, the curve of her hips had become more pronounced and several other curves I hadn't noticed before caught my eye.

All of this was revealed to me during a beach trip on our second day of the vacation. As I sat on my towel dousing myself with suntan lotion, Denise lowered her jean shorts and took off her white tank top not five feet from where I was sitting. Underneath was a dark green flower print bikini that I tried very hard not to stare at. This was my cousin, after all, and I knew I wasn't supposed to find her attractive. The problem, of course, was that she wasn't just attractive; she was downright hot. Long, straight black hair that fell midway down her back, deep brown eyes, those softball-sized breasts that really filled in her bikini top, and an ass that sent all sorts of filthy thoughts careening around my head. Add to that perfect tanned legs leading down to dainty feet with shapely toes and red painted toenails, and I was in total forbidden love.

It took me a full five minutes to get my erection to go down to the point where I could safely stand up and hit the waves. Throughout the day, I tried not to think of Denise's body in the way that I had been, and was somewhat successful, until it came my time to shower up back at her house.

It was the empty suit that did it.

Her still-wet bathing suit was draped over a hamper in the upstairs bathroom. She had showered before me and had left the two-piece on the edge of the wicker basket to dry. I noticed a glowing ball of excitement in my gut, followed by a rising of my cock as I gazed at the thin fabric that had been wrapped around my cousin's most private parts only minutes before.

I couldn't resist. With a shaking hand, I reached for the bikini top and lifted it off the hamper. With both hands, I spread it open as it would have been on her chest. It was very damp, and the inside of the cups, where Denise's tits had sat all day, was lined with white polyester-like fabric. Standing there naked, my 18 year old penis fully erect now, I turned it over and lifted it to my mouth, holding the white fabric first to my nose, then my lips, imaging that I was kissing her actual nipple. The excitement was almost overwhelming.

I laid the top down and picked up the Holy Grail, her bikini bottoms. It took a few seconds to figure out which was the waist and which were leg holes, but the bottoms were lined with the same smooth white fabric. I held them in front of me as if she were wearing them, marveling at how small the waist seemed. I sniffed the outside first, where her pussy lips would have been only moments before. I had been staring at this very spot on the beach, and her pussy had actually been in it - right here! I turned the fabric over and sniffed the inside, goose bumps standing out all over me. It, too, was still damp, and I thought I detected a slight, unfamiliar scent. I was still a virgin at 18, and while I had played around with my high school girlfriend, I had never gotten as far going down on her, though not for lack of trying. I licked the fabric, imagining that I was licking some of my cousin's actual juices off of her bikini.

It was about there that my other hand drifted down to my engorged member, and I casually began sliding my hand up and down the shaft.

At the time, I didn't really have any knowledge that there was such a thing as panty-sniffing as a fetish, but I was sure getting an education in it. Then, almost without thinking, I draped the bikini bottoms over my cock, placing the purple cockhead where her crotch had been. I commenced to some serious jacking off then, sliding my cousin's bikini bottoms up and down. The softness and wetness of the fabric felt incredible. Within 30 seconds I felt the familiar urgent pressure in my groin, and before rationality had a chance to take over I had spurted white cum all over the inside of Denise's bikini.

I continued stroking away with the freshly lubed material until a wave of realization and guilt struck me. What had I just done? Have I violated my cousin? Certainly her privacy, but she must never know about this. And what now? Can she get pregnant if she wears these?

I panicked and started the shower, rinsing the bikini in hot water and rubbing the crotch with bar soap. I wrung them out a bit, then a moment of horror as I realized I didn't remember the positioning of the pieces on the edge of the hamper. What if she noticed they had been moved?

I estimated the best I could and stepped finally into the shower. The guilt was soon replaced by the memory of how sweet that scent had been, and, my erection returned as I imaged having sex with my cousin in the shower, our slick naked bodies rubbing and slapping together. This thought was deliciously taboo, and I luxuriated in it as I stroked myself to another, almost painful climax

That night was a bit awkward for me at the dinner table, as I would forever see my cousin in a different light. Though I didn't know it at the time, the next day would bring an even stronger and stranger episode in my long, slow journey into lust with Denise.

Traveling is my favorite thing. I've been all over the world without any problems, until Africa. I had rented a car to explore one of those exotic dictatorships of the dark continent and I was having a really great time. As a gorgeous, blond, single woman, I have come to enjoy men learing at me lustily, undressing me with their eyes. It was a blast, until I tried to leave the country...

Handcuffed behind my back I sat on a wooden chair next to a table in a room with no windows. I must have been there for an hour when a uniformed black man suddenly opened the door, walked in, and sat on the table 2 feet away from me.

"You know Miss, your in big trouble."

"What's this about? Why am I here?"

He looked at my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks from the excitement.

"Drug smuggling is a serious crime."

"I'm not a smuggler. The drugs must have been planted."

He rolled his eyes upward in their sockets and stood up. He paced about the room and then crouched behind me.

"Miss, you're in big trouble and you'll cooperate if you know what's good for you."

"I'll do anything you say. Just let me go. I'm innocent."

He eyed my body from top to bottom one more time before leaving the room.

A few minutes later, I was blindfolded and led out to a car where I was driven to another part of the city. Two men led me into a building and sat me down on a bed in a dimly lit room. They took off the blindfold and handcuffs.

A few minutes later, a big fat black man walked into the room. He must have weighed 400 pounds. He said his name was Colonel Totuba and he was assigned to my case. He offered me a cigarette. I accepted it and gave him a friendly thank you. He lit it for me and I took a deep drag...

"Miss Smith, this is a serious matter, but I think that we can resolve the situation with your full cooperation."

"I'll do anything."

"That you will! Take off your clothes!"

"What? I don't understand!"

"Strip!"

"No!"

The colonel pushed a button on the side of the table and two armed black men entered the room. They strong armed me, held me so I couldn't move. The colonel walked up to me and with one powerful grab, ripped my pretty dress right off my body. It tore into strips in his powerful hands. Next, he pulled apart my bra and my 44D breasts came bouncing out.

They sat me down on the chair. All I had on was my panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels.

"Miss Smith, I don't think you realize the seriousness of your situation."

"Please! I'll cooperate. Just tell me what you want."

"That's better. With that attitude you'll be free in no time. Get on the bed!"

Quickly, I did what he ordered. He pulled a digital camera from his pocket.

"We need to take some photos of you. Kneel down and show off those beautiful breasts for me."

I did my best to pose like a model, jutting out my breasts with my arms clasped behind my head while he snapped some pictures.

"Lie down on your back and raise your legs in the air!" I readily did what he requested.

"Now Miss Smith, I want some beaver shots."

I took off my panties and spread my legs wide and willing for the Colonel. Wetting my lips with my tongue, I smiled for the camera sexily as he clicked off shots of me displaying my pussy, high heels pointed at the ceiling.

"Very good, Miss Smith! Your cooperation is greatly appreciated."

I thought it best to play along with the charade. They were holding all the cards and I had no idea what they were planning.

"The Colonel knows how to make me feel like a woman. I'll bet you have your way with all the girls."

I reached for the bulge in his pants and rubbed it lustily.

"Got a rocket in your pocket?"

I un-zipped his fly and out popped a huge plum-sized cock head.

"Oh Colonel! You're so big!"

He grimaced as I grasped the base of his turgid cock and I slowly pursed my lips about his gigantic penis. Kneeling before him, sucking and slurping on that massive member with increasing passion, I increased the tempo until my head bobbed wildly, fellating the hell out of him. When I made doe eyes up at him, he began to spurt his seeds into my mouth. I gobbled it all up voraciously while he moaned with pleasure. I managed to swallow all his cum in one gulp.

He threw me on the bed.

"Whore!"

"Yes, I'm your whore! What's your pleasure?"

He pushed the button again and two armed men entered the room.

"Take her to the studio."

In a moment I was whisked away to what seemed like a well equipped television studio with cameras and lights etc.

They sat me down on a stool and gave me a cool drink. It must have been drugged because all I can remember was being hot and bothered, and black men having their way with me. One after another, naked black men came and pleasured themselves with my body.

The first one was the ugliest man I'd ever seen. His face had a surly expression as he pushed me down on to the mat and bluntly poked his bulbous cock head up my quivering vagina. I gasped as he penetrated me in one stroke, pinned to the floor, my legs propped high in the air by his muscular arms, he proceeded to fuck me hard. In the drug induced passion of the moment I French kissed him all the while, briskly scratching his naked back with my manicured nails till he creamed into my loins in spasms of ecstasy.

As soon as he rolled off, two more men took me onto a couch where they made me envelop the first black man's penis in my cunt. They positioned some video cameras while the second black man rubbed oil on his cock. While I fucked on top of the first black, he spread my cheeks and the other shoved his dick up my ass.

I moaned like a whore in heat. The cameras rolled. The men pumped and pistoned.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me" I begged at the top of my lungs.

In one gigantic climax, we all came at once, splurting, gushing and squirting; my cunt and ass oozing with black men's semen. The free for all went on like this for hours, until I passed out.

The next day I awoke in a convent. The nuns had found me in a ditch and brought me there to recuperate. With their help, I managed to escape the country.

It was December 23rd, the day Jo was finally going to meet 'her' Kev. They had met on the Internet a few months before and despite the rather large age gap Jo knew she wanted him and hoped that he felt the same.

They were to meet in the town centre and as Jo stood there at 6pm shivering she could see the twinkle of the Christmas lights around her, she felt magical, Christmas decorations always made her feel this way and she truly hoped that the rest of the night would follow this magical theme.

Suddenly a tall figure in the distance caught her eye, instantly she knew it was him, even from the rather blurred photo she had seen of him she knew.

As he walked towards her a huge smile appeared on his face and she knew that she was grinning back even though the whole seen seemed rather surreal..."Jo?" he said "yes Kev it's me" he walked closer and put his arms round her as he pulled her into a very tight, warm hug before pulling back and kissing her gently on the lips...

'Bang, Bang' could they really hear fireworks or was it their imagination, after all she had just had the most perfect kiss of her life...

As they turned they saw the most magnificent fireworks, it was the cities Christmas part and the reason they had agreed to meet in town. He wrapped his coat around her shivering shoulders and took hold of her hand as they walked towards the celebrations.

She had never felt so happy in her life, she knew that he was the one after only a few weeks of talking, they laughed at the same things, they had the same taste in music and enjoyed the same hobbies..

As they walked hand in hand through the streets she could not help smiling to herself and through the corner of her eye she could see him looking at her and smiling, she squeezed his hand and he pulled her to a stop, pulling her close and kissing her, parting her lips with his tongue as he kissed her deeply and lovingly.

They were now in the centre of town watching the firework display with their arms around each other occasionally staring deeply into each other's eyes...As the display drew to a close they wandered around the various stalls, buying candyfloss and playing the games as though they were 2 lovesick teenagers. As it came time for the celebrations to end, they wandered off hand in hand towards the car park. As they reached the car they pulled each other close and kissed and kissed, they were on their way back to Jo's house when Kev went to change gears, accidentally brushing Jo's thigh.. She couldn't help wondering whether it really was an accident but the one thing she did know was that his touch sent shivers down her spine and she could feel herself becoming rather moist.

As they pulled up and entered the house Jo immediately dragged him upstairs, she had never felt the way he made her feel and she wanted him so badly it hurt...She kicked off her shoes and turned on the dim lights to reveal a romantic glow in the room...as she began to hug him she unbuttoned his shirt and slid her arms down his to pull the shirt off, her fingertips stroking his arm gently.. He responded by unbuttoning her blouse and gently running his fingers down her chest and onto her tummy, which made he wriggle with delight, he pulled her close feeling her breasts pressing against his chest as he stroked her back gently, paying particular attention to the small of her back as her sighing gave him the distinct impression that she enjoyed this very much.

He soon reached down and unfastened her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing her skimpy silky panties, which were starting to get very wet.

He pushed her backwards onto the bed and knelt down at the side of the bed, he pushed her panties to one side with his fingers and began to stroke her pussy, occasionally tickling her clit to make her moan loudly, as she became wetter he pushed one finger inside her which only made her moan louder...God she was going to cum already if he carried on like this, Kev also realised that this was the case and began to pump his finger in and out, before adding a second finger, his movements became faster and harder and before she knew what was happening her body started to shake with an amazing orgasm.

When the orgasm finally subsided she sat up and pulled his trousers to the floor followed by his boxers leaving his very large hard cock standing to attention in front of her...as she stood up to pull him close she dropped her own panties to the floor and began stroking his back and running her fingers through his hair ...as he had told her on one of their many late night chats that this was a real turn on for him.

Yet again he pushed her back onto the bed, fondling and caressing her breasts paying equal attention to each breast, he sucked each nipple until it became hard and he nibbled them, sliding each nipple through his teeth, which gave an amazing sensation...as this want enough he began to kiss and lick his way down her tummy...By this time she was nearly ready to cum again and she wanted to feel him inside her, she pulled him close and hugged him indicating that she was ready.

He slid his penis into her waiting hole, moaning as he did so at the feel of her warm, wet tight hole enveloping his large penis, he began to push deep inside her with long slow strokes rubbing her clit with each stroke...he gradually began to increase the pace, still staying deep inside her and she got closer to coming with each trust of his penis...as he got faster still she could tell he was ready to blow and she wanted them to come together and share that most wonderful feeling together for the first time, she arched her back to allow his penis to rub her clit even more, in what seemed like seconds she could feel her muscles again tensing and as she did so she could feel the first spurt of his warm cum filling her, the more she felt this the more she came, tightening her grip around his shaft until they had both been completely satisfied.

As they lay hugging each other, they both realised that they were meant for each other and that this Christmas really was going to be a magical time that neither of them would ever forget.

The sledgehammer crashes through my dream. I wake, instantly forgetting what the dream had been about but just as quickly sad to have left its warm embrace I register the neighbour's car, coughing and spluttering in the driveway, robbing me of my sleep, of the worlds I visit when I am floating.

Gazing at the alarm clock I saw it was 7.45, an hour earlier than I had planned to wake up. In a haze I rolled onto my back, my head settling into the lush pillow where it had been resting, my auburn hair flowing around me. I could feel a slight morning chill in the air and before I pulled up my duvet I felt a stiffening of my nipples and could feel them pushing into my baby blue tank top. I had owned this top since high school, a present from my first boyfriend and whilst it was now way too short and tight to wear out in public, I still loved sleeping in it, loved the way my 32C boobs filled it out and whenever I became aroused, could guarantee that the friction on my nipples would quickly bring them to an erect sensitive state. Against my wishes to fall back asleep I could feel my morning horniness beginning to creep through me, my nipples rubbing agonisingly against my shirt, loving the way the chill of the air juxtaposed the rising heat within me.

I breathed deeply sinking further into my bed as my right hand began to stroke my stomach playing with my belly button, slowly working its way along the toned centre of my stomach flicking the bottom of my top, my thumb pushing further and further up, my little finger still circling my belly button, causing my skin to prickle and my breathing to increase.

Without conscious thought my left hand had slipped down my side and was pressing the crotch of my pink tartan pyjama bottoms into my glowing mound, feeling the rasping of my trimmed auburn pubes against the cotton and a spreading wetness causing the material to stick and achingly peel off my wet folds.

Biting my bottom lip and starting to roll my hips up and down my right hand had made its way under my shirt cupping my breast. Gazing down, seeing the fabric moving as the hand underneath massaged by breast, almost foreign, almost not my own, a stranger that had found its way into my bed in the night and was now bringing me to life in the morning.

With a quick upward movement I raised my upper body and pulled my top over my head, carelessly flinging it off the side of the bed, hearing in the distance the sound of make-up, my phone and a glass falling from my bedside table, not caring, consumed in the pursuit of my pleasure. I hook my fingers under the waist band of my pyjamas and eagerly push them down exposing my wet pussy and I wriggle my hips and legs pulling the pants down, gripping the material between my toes then kicking out of them, pushing them to the end of the bed.

As my legs undress me of my pyjama bottoms, I bring both hands up my body, my pussy crying out to me for depriving it of the attention it was loving, the fingers it was swelling around and teasing myself I begin to play with my tits, taking a nipple in one hand between my fore finger and thumb, squeezing it as I push the other up with my whole hand. The nipple between my fingers responding to the pressure aches delightfully, and I squeeze harder, twisting a little, a sharper pain, my brain telling me to stop, but my desire saying that my body can take more, that I want to take more, then releasing, the internal battle subsides for a moment before my other hand grasps its nipple and the torment begins again only this time I find that both nipples are being twisted, being pulled, the pressure rising, then lessening then tightening its grip again.

My mind is flooding with the desires that I want; my sex crying out to be touched I raise my left thigh crossing it over the right and squeezing them together, offering any kind of friction I can to my crying clit, trying to satisfy the lust in every pore of my body, crying out as a bolt of pain shoots through my nipple, a tear forming in my eye, then rolling down my cheek, feeling its exact path on my face, all my senses heightened, its wet trace feels like a river and I moan as it tickles my ear lobe eventually being absorbed into my hair.

It is too much, my mouth now dry as if all moisture has flooded to my wet sex, I release my nipples and my right hand races down my body, pushing between my thighs, having to fight my left thigh from squeezing into me more, as if I don't believe I will finally end the torment of not giving my wet folds their due attention, my pussy savouring the little pressure my thigh has been able to provide.

The instant my fingers hit the top of my now damp, thick short brown pubes my legs relent, spreading like a flower, the scent from my juices flowing up, filling the air, the seductive scent of pleasure, of sex, of being a woman. Suddenly, a prolonged moan cuts through everything, deafening yet distant as finally my fingers meet my clit, my middle finger pushing down, my juices coating it as my labia wraps itself around, then my finger curls up, through the folds, seeking the bud and finding it proudly exposed, presenting itself to be stimulated, my fingers eagerly obliging, flicking over it, into it, scissoring it between fore and middle finger. I cry out again, my left hand runs through my hair, gripping it into a ball, pulling then releasing, my face turned, pressing into my open hand I bite the base of my thumb, then grip my hair again and I try to bury my face into my pillow.

My pussy on fire, I feel my climax racing toward me, only one is thing missing, the one thing my red hot sex is screaming for and like the most wanted person at party, arriving late, just at the right moment, my left hand joins my right, slipping below it and two fingers invade my pussy, gliding into my juicy hole, the walls of my pussy so hot and sensitive, welcoming them in a tight embrace, every inch of their entry gloriously savoured.

Overwhelmed with divine pleasure my body flips over, my left hand releases my clit, replaced by the base of my right, my hips grinding down, the weight of my body on my hand as a third finger, stretching my lips but held slightly lower than the other two enters my dripping pussy. I grind down harder and harder, moaning and as I close my mouth I feel the two wet fingers of my left hand between my lips, the taste of my womanly juice seeping into my tongue, dancing over my taste buds, and I suck them hard, biting them as I begin to scream.

My legs kicking out making circles as yes, finally, bursting from the deepest part of my body, my orgasm explodes out of me, my pussy lips gripping my fingers as it milks around them, the tips of my fingers flicking harder into the rough skin of my G spot causing wave after wave to crash onto my hand, trembling now, my clit, on fire, every feeling amplified feels numb against my slippery hand, as if it's too much, as if it can't process this much pleasure, so I raise it slightly, releasing the pressure and allowing the pleasure to engorge me again and I cry out louder into the pillow then bringing my clit down again onto my hand, savouring the touch as I tremble, shaking violently, my legs spasm, my fingers held tightly inside me, as I let the tide come in, let it wash over me and I drown for one infinitely blissful moment.

Opening my eyes, adjusting to the light of the room, I find my fingers have slipped from my pleasantly warm wet sex, nestled lovingly between my thighs. The scent of my juices from the fingers held just beneath my chin and the taste on my tongue a blissful reminder. I slowly, roll over, releasing my fingers and I look at the clock. 08.10. I smile, nestling my face into my pillow....I guess I have another 35 minutes to kill before I have to get up...

Three-way I just recently moved to a new city, started a new job, and met so many new people that I felt very insecure and lonely. About two months ago I met John and Debbie through a mutual friend. John is very nice looking, at about six foot two inches with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I was attracted to him right away, but his wife Debbie sort of intimidated me. Debbie is a gorgeous blonde, the type that guys pant and drool over. She's really tall, about five foot ten, with long blonde hair that reaches her waist. She has a beautiful figure (36-24-35) and is in really good shape. And she has a nice tan that makes her green eyes stand out. We went to dinner, our mutual friend that I was seeing was a nice guy, but we were just friends.
We talked about moving into the area, and how hard is to find new friends and make new contacts. Just after we were seated for dinner, Debbie and I excused ourselves and went to the "powder room", the wine we'd been drinking in the lounge had run its course and we wanted to get rid of it. When I came out of the stall, Debbie was combing her hair in front of the mirror and I checked my make-up. I saw her eyeing me in the mirror, giving me an up and down look, and felt pretty good that she thought I was a potential rival (not that I'd try to take a married guy from his wife). I'm not bad looking. I'm five foot four with light brown hair, brown eyes (that guys say are very sexy "bedroom" eyes), and I'm proud of my figure (34c-22-34), although sometimes I wish my breasts were larger. The dress I was wearing was a light slinky affair that showed off my figure and was green and black and it came down to just above my knees. Debbie wore a pure black dress that accented her cleavage and her hips, and her long legs with a slit on one side that stopped almost indecently high on her thigh. Debbie said "I'm jealous.

John keeps looking at you and undressing you with his eyes." I looked at her, not sure what to say, but I did giggle a bit. I'd noticed John eyeing me a lot, but I figured that he was just enjoying my legs. I told her that John was probably just fantasizing about having us both (most men seem to have a fantasy about two women). Debbie stopped combing her hair and looked at me with an impish look in her eye. "Have you ever done that?" she asked. I blushed, thinking of one time I had, and told her yes. It was several years ago with my boyfriend and my best girlfriend. Debbie wanted the details, but I sort of stammered, saying that it was a long story. She said I'd have to tell her about it some other time, but she'd also had that fantasy, and wanted to know how it felt. When she said that I could feel myself start to get wet thinking about her and John in bed and her fantasizing about another woman with them. Debbie started to adjust her clothes a bit, and then asked me to check her bra strap, that she thought it was coming loose. I stood behind her and unzipped the back of her dress. My hands shook slightly, as I reached to re-hook one of the three hooks that had come loose. I felt her stiffen as my fingers touched her bare skin, and felt little electric shocks race through me, making my pussy feel even wetter. I hooked her bra, and Debbie suddenly leaned back. I thought she was fainting and caught her with my hands on her sides, just below her large breasts. She breathed heavily and turned around, a needing look in her eyes. She reached out and squeezed my left breast in her hand, and both of us moaned slightly. My pussy was really wet and I was a bit scared that she'd want to do me right in the restroom. "God, you're so beautiful." she whispered. My knees were weak and I finally told her that we needed to get back, half afraid that she'd ignore me, half afraid she wouldn't. She took a deep breath, and said "You're right." We straightened ourselves up and headed for the door. Debbie stopped and said "If we can get rid of David, would you like to come over to our place tonight?" I stopped, stunned at her boldness, and heard myself answer "Yes, and maybe your fantasy will come true." Did I really say that? What had come over me? Maybe it was the wine; or was it? Debbie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and we rejoined the guys at the table.

Before I go on, let me explain that while I'd been to bed with my boy friend and my best girlfriend, I'd never made love to another woman. My best friend and I shared my boyfriend, not each other. I wondered afterwards about it, because every time our bodies had touched or brushed each other, I felt so incredibly sexy. I've seen porno movies and girls doing girls, and it doesn't turn me off, but it does excite men with the "nastiness" of it. But then, I was raised by very religious parents too, and at 25, I'd finally gotten over feeling guilty about enjoying sex. I'd also found that I enjoyed teasing my boyfriend by dressing and exposing my tits or pussy, like a tank top pulled down so my tits were exposed. But I'd never been with another woman and I wondered about Debbie's bold squeeze of my breast. Sitting at the table, every time I saw her cleavage I could feel my pussy throb.

Anyway, we left the restaurant, and Debbie asked David if it was alright if I went with them, as Debbie wanted to show me her art work (Debbie was an artist for a big company, but she loved to paint at home too). David said he didn't mind, and I thanked him for introducing me to Debbie and John, and John said that he and Debbie would take me home. David left and I got into the car with John and Debbie, sitting in the middle at Debbie's insistence.

While we drove through the darkness to their house, Debbie's dress had slid up on her legs, and her left thigh was very exposed by the slit of her dress.

John was looking left as he turned and Debbie took my right hand and placed it on her thigh. I could feel her warm skin through her pantyhose and I felt a sort of electric shock. I looked at her, and she was watching my face too.

John was distracted, talking about how well Debbie painted and trying to merge onto the freeway at the same time. The wine had loosened my inhibitions and I slid my hand under Debbie's dress and touched her pussy. I felt her hips rise against my hand, and I found that she was so wet she'd almost soaked her pantyhose! I looked at John just in time. He looked at me and asked me if I liked hot tubs. "Sure." I said. He didn't see my hand under Debbie's dress in the darkness and he paid more attention to his driving. I removed my hand, and looked at Debbie. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing very deeply. Her slick moistness was on my fingers and I told her I'd love to look at her paintings before we hit the hot tubs. While she answered I raised my fingers to my mouth and licked her honey from my fingers. Her eyes were riveted on my lips and I smiled. John of course wasn't watching so he didn't know what we were doing.

They had a lovely two story house in a new area just outside of town.

John said he'd pour some more wine and went to the kitchen and Debbie led me by the hand upstairs to her "studio". Once there, with John making noises downstairs, Debbie pulled me to her and kissed me passionately on the mouth.

Her tongue slid past my parted lips and found mine. Her body seemed to burn against me, her hands cupped my behind, fondling them eagerly. I could feel my panties were sopping wet and my tongue followed hers into her mouth. We kept this up until we heard John coming up the stairs. John passed out some rather large glasses of white wine and we sipped and looked at Debbie's art.

She was really a good artist. Some of her works were landscapes but most were of people. One amusing one was of two toddlers at the beach, sans any swimsuits, and playing with a large beach ball. John opened a closet door and pulled out what he called his "favorite painting". Debbie blushed a bit and said that John was biased. John turned the painting around and I looked at a self portrait of Debbie, standing and nude, her long blonde hair pulled up by her hands behind her head. It was a stunning piece of work. I looked at her large breasts and nipples and her very blonde pussy. Her legs were gorgeous and trim too. My pussy felt wetter than ever. I looked at Debbie and said that she was so beautiful. She blushed and told John to show her the other one. This was a full length nude of John, with a tremendous erection. I whistled and told John that he made a very good model. "Debbie had to keep me hard while she painted that. And it took her three days!" We all laughed and Debbie blushed slightly. Why was she embarrassed? I felt like she should be proud of her beautiful body. We talked about painting and of course sex for a while, then John suggested that we take a dip in the hot tub. I was ready, the wine already relaxing me and making me feel a bit wild.

Debbie explained that she and John never wore suits in the hot tub, but that I was welcome to wear one of hers (if it would fit that is). We let John go into the tub first while I said I'd like to try on one of Debbie's suits.

John went downstairs and undressed by the tub while we went into the master bedroom. Debbie opened a drawer and told me to look through her suits and see if anything would fit. She stepped over by the bed and stripped out of her clothes quickly. I followed her example and quickly removed my clothes.